Riley Gendreau
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Who am I and why am I in this room (Uncensored)
🕑 Added 2024-02-20 00:33:20 +0000 UTCA commission for Lastofworkers
How long has it been since I woke up in this place? Days, months, maybe even years. I don’t even know anymore. There is no sky inside this room, so It’s impossible for me to keep track of time. Instead, I’ve been keeping track of how many objects I’ve come into contact with.
So far I’ve had some interesting encounters with around a hundred objects. Yet none of them have given me any answers about this place. So I still have no idea how I got here, heck I don’t even know who I am.
It all started when I woke up here. I woke in a white square room with nothing but a white bed, a white table, and myself in it. I sat up out of bed and felt my breasts flop around. I used my hands to stop them as they were sensitive.
As I held them in my hands I couldn't help but feel like something was wrong about them, but with no memories of who I was, I couldn't possibly know. Although I suspect that it was because I was naked. With breasts this large, I was likely used to wearing a bra to hold them in place.
After checking my body to make sure I wasn’t injured I got up and looked around. The room I was in had no doors or windows, and it honestly felt like some sort of prison. I tried to call out for help, but nothing happened, so I sat on the bed and waited.
At some point, a panel on the wall opened up and something was inside it. I walked over to the panel and grabbed the item. Inside was a toothbrush, no toothpaste or anything else. I take it and the wall closes back up.
There was no sink in the room, so what was I supposed to do with just a toothbrush? I tossed it on the bed and went back to waiting. I’m not sure how much time passed, but the boredom was killing me and It drove me to stick the toothbrush in my mouth and act like I was using it.
The room suddenly went from all white to green as if I had completed some sort of task. I sat up a bit nervous about what was going to happen, but the room had turned white, and the spot where I got the toothbrush opened back up.
As I walked to the panel the toothbrush just sort of vanished from my hand, almost like it stopped existing. I shrugged it off and looked inside the panel to see several water bottles and a plate of food inside.
I take them all and return to the table to eat and drink a bit. Once I finished the plate and empty bottles vanished like the toothbrush and another panel opened up in the wall. So I headed over to see what was inside.
I was shocked to find a ball gag and a dildo inside. I took them but there was no way I was using them. The thought of doing so felt so embarrassing. I know I have no memories, but something deep inside me tells me this is something I’d never do.
So I left them on the table. Again more time passed with nothing new happening and I found myself hungry again and out of water. I looked at the ball gag and dildo and figured out that whoever is keeping me here, probably wants me to use items in a certain way to earn food and water.
With one more rumble of my stomach, I grab the ball gag wrap it around my mouth and lock it in place. Then I get on the bed and place the dildo up to my vagina. I slowly pushed it into me until it was all the way in.
Suddenly it turned on and started to vibrate like crazy and thrust into me. I was planning to ride it, but that was not out of the picture as the pleasure was so overwhelming I fell awkwardly onto my back. From there I proceeded to have my first orgasm in here as I moaned into the gag.
After I climaxed, the room turned green and the ball gag and dildo vanished, and I sat there breathing heavily. A panel opened up with more food and water and I walked over to grab it and place it on the table.
After that another object would appear and I’d have to figure out in what way I was supposed to use it, and it wasn’t that easy sometimes. One of the objects was a paddle, like the kind you use in table tennis, and I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do with it.
I was so frustrated I started hitting things with it, and then I started swatting myself with it, and as soon as I hit my ass with it, the room turned green and it vanished. Another time I got what looked like a pair of small rodes with glowing balls on the ends.
I’m still not sure what they were, but they didn’t seem human-made, they honestly looked like the kind of things you’d see in alien sci-fi movies. I had those for what felt like weeks. I think the only reason I didn’t starve to death was because I stockpiled food and water.
When I finally figured it out, I was playing around with them on my bed. I playfully stuck them into my nostrils and then they activated. My body went into overdrive, and not only did I have instant orgasms over and over again, but it felt as though I was having a hundred of them at once.
After a few minutes of that, the room finally turned green and they vanished releasing me from the paralyzing pleasure I was experiencing. It was also around this time I came to enjoy the objects that gave me pleasure like that, as it seemed to be the only form of entertainment in this place.
I even found myself intentionally using objects I got in the wrong ways to have fun. For instance, I once got an inflatable water tube, and instead of putting it around my waist, I inflated it and humped it for hours until I cummed.
I only used it in the right way after I got bored of it and wanted another item. Sometimes I get objects I recognize and would like to keep. For example, I was actually given a bra at some point and it fit great, and wearing it like normal wasn’t my task, but again it gets boring in here.
So I figured out what my task with it was, which was strangely to wrap it around my butt and to fill the cups with my butt cheeks. I really have no idea why the room considered that the correct answer but It suggested to me that some sort of aliens were keeping me here to study.
The item I just got was a bit strange. On one end was what looked like a pair of panties with a large tube attached to the back, and on the other end of the tube was some sort of mask. I wasn’t sure how I could use it to have fun, so I decided to just try and get rid of it to get a new item.
So I slipped the panties on, then once they were on I messaged around with the mask. It had a tube, so I was limited in how far I could move it, but it seemed just long enough to reach my face and wrap around it, so I put it on my face.
Once it was on my face it locked in place, which caused my mouth to slam shut and I was unable to open it. So I was forced to breathe through my nose. I wasn’t sure what the point of this device was, but then I felt my stomach rumble.
Following that, I was unable to stop myself from farting, and not just a little fart, but a long and loud one. I soon found out the purpose of the device. It was designed to force the wearer to not only inhale their own farts but cause a constant stream of them to flow from their ass.
So I fell to the ground as I choked on my own noxious gas, I honestly wanted to hate it, but my body was loving it. I don’t know if it was because I basically programmed myself to get aroused from these strange situations, or because anything that wasn’t boring now was arousing.
Either way, I sniffed my gas for about an hour as my body slowly slowly built up to an orgasm. As soon as it happened the room turned green and the device vanished. I sat there on my hands and knees coughing as I took in fresh air and dripping from my orgasm.
I heard a panel open up and I walked over to gain my reward of food and water. When I turned back around I noticed the farting device had come back. I placed it on the table and watched as the next item panel opened up.
It was a pair of nipple clamps, and after using them correctly I tried several incorrect ways and eventually attached them to my ears. That caused the room to turn green and the clamps to begin to fade away, but they suddenly stopped and stayed.
Several items later I discovered something was wrong and every item I got now stayed here with me. Which is great, I may be able to use this to my advantage and make something to get out of here, and if that doesn’t work, at least I’ll have more things to entertain myself in this box.
Comments
last_of_workers
MMM, I understand you... I also write a little books, but due to my nature (specifically because of laziness and Internet addiction), the book is moving EXTREMELY slowly... but I understand your desire to CREATE... I’m like that myself... but I want to clarify whether it is difficult for you to write to order? I just personally had problems with this... I tried several times to write something for friends, but I didn’t even get to the middle... that’s why I’m asking... because personally I have these are the problems and when I see how much custom robot you invest, it makes me sincerely sympathize
Riley
I do enjoy it. I originally started it as a new hobby, a way to escape from not-so-fun things going on with life, it's still fun and I really like the creative aspect of creating stories. I've even started writing an actual story, like a book. It's very slow going, and it isn't TG-related in the same sense as my stories here, but overall I really enjoy seeing the stories come to life.
last_of_workers
It is not known why exactly used items stopped disappearing, but the good news is that all the other functions of this command work... It would be very unpleasant to be left without water and food... And it’s also good that there is enough space in the room to store all these things... and maybe... One day... I will come across something with the help of which I can get out... Or understand who I am and how I got here... Well, or at least cover my nakedness... Yes, I agree with Russian -English-Chinese dictionary... Everything is better than what we have now Thank you very much for this Riley, the story is really very good and retains the spirit and idea of the first part... Thank you for this... But I have a strange question... Do you generally like doing what you do or do you only do it because you are forced to do this?
